"Here you are Mrs!" Seb declared, grinning widely as he delivered the sack of flour, cheese and a small poke of tea leaves to Evie Bancroft.
"That's mighty thoughtful of you young man, do you want to come and share a pot of tea with me while your horse rests up?"
"Did my wife come this way?" Seb was impatient; exhausted and sore from being in the saddle all day, without any positive results. Not one single person who he'd come across on his long journey had passed by a fair-haired woman with a baby in her arms,
